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The Cubs Will

by Michael Shevick

Ever the optimist,
Ernie might have said, “The Cubs will come alive
In two-oh-one-five.”

The Cubs do look good, I say,
But I can’t forget yesterday.
Hey say, that history will re-Pete (Lacock).
The Cubs history is replete with defeat,
They are in the elite of defeat.

It was 1908 when they last won the Big Dance,
The captain of that team was the peerless Frank Chance,

Of course Tinkers and Evers were there, too,
And Ronnie Wicker was not, but he would say, “Woo Woo.”

There were many that followed, but to think about it causes me strain.
At least it was the White Sox who had a player nicknamed “Old Aches and Pains”.
Many were crummy, some were downright bad.
There was Lou Novikoff, who was just mad.

I had the displeasure of seeing Moe Thacker and Andre Rogers play,
And Boots Day, who had a short stay.

I saw the ’69 team which gave their all,
Ernie, Ronnie, Billy and Fergie all made the Hall,

Leo ran that team into the ground,
Randy the Rebel couldn’t lose another pound,

’69 should have caused me to push the button,
Still, I am a glutton.

1984 was quite a blow, Watched Sarge, Ryno and Sutcliffe put on a show,
That damn Garvey and the bircher were loathsome foes.
Still, the Pods to the series did go,
But the Tigers and Kirk Gibson sent them home with a No.

Then there was ’89, ’98 and 2003.
The result was the same.
At least in 2003, we had the fat guy to blame.

Any reaonsble person would flee,
Do you think Harry Caray would agree?

Still, I think the guys in the front office now are smarter,
They even are talking about signing a number-one starter.
Optimism about the Cubs has always been wrong,
But Soler, Bryant and Baez are better than Dale Long,

And Bub Buhl and Scott Thompson, those two get the gong.
If Steve Goodman were alive, he’d write another song.

Kevn Orie, was oh-so-sorry.

Arrieta and Hendricks looked great last season,
If they add an ace, there might be a reason–

Ok, again, I’m drinking that Cubs Kool-Aid,
In 2015, we’ve got it made.


Bleachers Open for Business

by James Finn Garner

Chicago is known for its class
So give that girl in the bleachers a pass
You might’ve thought the cap rubbed her ass
But she’s the new Cubs mascot “Bum Lass”.


“Stop Your Cubbing”

by Alan P. Rudy

(or A Ballad of Faux-Bravado)
With Apologies to Ray Davies, and to Chrissy Hinde

It is time for you to stop all of your Cubbing
Yes, it’s time for you to stop all of your Cubbing, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

It is time for Carpenter, instead of Castro,
Yes, it’s time for Molina, and not Castillo, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

Each tear that falls because of Jackson,
Ross, Lake, or Strop
And leftovers like Phil Coke…
It’s ‘cuz your Cubbing!

It is time for Lynn and Wacha, instead of Lester
Yes, it’s time for even Kozma, not Herrera, oh oh oh
There’s one thing you gotta do
To make wins still come true
Gotta stop Cubbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it

There’s one thing you gotta do,
Trade us Bryant, and Soler, too
And there’s one thing you gotta know
We’re nervous, don’t you know
Gotta love the Cards
Yeah, yeah, start it, start it


The Cubs Are Full of Bullpen

By Stuart Shea

Things don’t go better with Coke,
And Jackson will constantly choke.
Rosscup’s got a leak,
Schlitter’s a freak,
And James Russell’s sort of a joke.


Dopes Spring Eternal

by Hilary Barta

Oh, the friendly confinement is great
Hot dog vendors, the vines — both first rate
But the sport has a history,
And support is a mystery
When the end of the line is, “Just wait.”


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